How can this be? In my mind I thought we would have years to work through our "stuff". We'd get to be buddies. Surely we would get to that point where we could laugh about the weird growing up we had with an undercurrent of knowing. My worst fear was that his smoking would cause lung cancer. I accepted there was nothing I could do or say (having tried both) to change his viewpoint or actions.
This morning I received a call saying he had been found by friends. He had not shown up for breakfast at a restaurant. Our dad had years of that long, slow slide into home plate and our brother had but minutes of that process.
This is nothing like the the death of my Dad on November, 13th. Unexpected and too soon, it feels like riding a bucking bronco.
Trying to Blog On,